EntityA Poem by Adam LathamI saw her standing by my bed, She woke me from my fitful sleep, I felt her stroke my fevered head, A touch that made my chilled flesh creep.
My confused brain could not discern Her nature by the candle glow, Which gave her form an eerie turn Of flickering gold from head to toe.
A smell like mould and musty books Hung heavy on the nighttime air, As two red eyes cast soulless looks That caught me in their sinister stare.
Her face was gnarled and lined with age, Her mouth an open gaping maw, A twisted terror wrapped in rage The likes of which I never saw.
She forced one hand onto my lips To quell the murmurs of a shout, Then with her others fingertips Reached down and pinched my candle out. © 2018 Adam LathamReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 2, 2018 Last Updated on February 2, 2018 AuthorAdam LathamStoke-on-Trent, United KingdomAboutHi. My name is Adam, I'm 46 years old and I live in the gloriously dull city of Stoke-on-Trent in the United Kingdom. more..Writing
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